Boy:
I knew from the moment i saw you. You were beautiful. Your mascara tumbled past blush and lipstick, landing in a puddle on your chest, then you looked at me and cried harder. I didn't know who you were, but i fell in love. It's been three years since then. Three years of waiting in hospital emergency rooms, wondering if this would be it. if this would be the time when you took just one too many of whatever you were currently self medicating with. Three years of finding you passed out on the kitchen or living room floor. three years of holding your hair back when the withdrawals were too much, and three years of finding you with another god damned needle. I've loved you through every second of these three years.
Girl:
Why?
Boy:
Because I feel like i deserve it. I'm not a good person, i never was. And maybe this is God's way of making me pay for every life i ruined.
Girl:
He's punishing you by making you take care of me?
